Enough of city life, off to the beach! But we deserved everyday we had on Gili Meno. Getting to and then off the island, we experienced some good hassle, and the most modes of transportation used in a day than ever before (walking on sand paths, crowded ferry, very small horse drawn cart, shuttle van, airplane, taxi, economy train, junkie "yes, taxi" van)!

The three Gili islands are just east of the island of Bali, but closer to Lombok Island. It is between the Pacific and Indian Oceans. And, a local joked, that if you got lost while in your boat, you'd end up at Australia! (I was envisioning Ernie in a dingy out to sea as "Nemo" asking turtles if they's seen his wife as the local kept talking).

Gili Meno, or Mellow Meno, is home to about 800 locals, at leat one megaphone to shout out the call to prayers five times a day, many stray cats (dogs are not allowed), and is surrrounded by white sandy beaches

. Ernie was a happy guy, as he a secured a hammock to our front porch, borrowed from our receptionist. And, as it is mango season in Indonesia, we feasted on mangoes for 5,000 rupiah each most days (50 cents each). Every morning we took a walk around the island to see the sunrise. The whole walk took an hour if we didn't dawdle too much. There are no cars, no motor cycles. The public transportation is a pony-pulled cart on the sandy road/path. Our accomodation was on the east side, great for sunrises, and we'd walk to the west side each night to watch the sunset with Bali's Gunung Agung (Bail's tallest volcano) behind Gili Trawangan (third Gili Island, whose loud megaphone rivaled Gili M's five times a day for the Muslim call to prayer) as a backdrop. Wonderful.